Sporking wiht Mikey: STOCKHOLM Chapter 2
Mikey: This is the second chapter of Yoyo Yuki's fanfic. Sorry I took so long-
Yeah, not much to say. I'm feeling sick - got a cold or something so let's just start...
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M'kay~ Second Chapter. Blah blah blah, same warning, though no rape.
Mikey: Oh well no rape, I guess I'll over look the character derailment then. [rolls eyes]
This chapter honestly probably isn't even M.
Mikey: Anything you write is automatically M based on what I call the sane audience system- M stands for "murder me".
Buuuuttttt the next one definetly will be.~ ...Blah, blah, blah...boring disclaimer stuffs. I do not own Hetalia. Enjoy~
Mikey: Aren’t you proud of yourself. I remind you; and others like you, the world is thankful for your lack of ownership. Also you spelled definitely wrong…
Silent creatures in the dark (beg me to murder them so they can get the hell out of this fanfic)
Hiding in every cervix (wondering why this hell continues; also I get uncomfortable when this author uses the word cervix.)
Swiftly, silently, lurking about (as a twisted author derails yet another handful of innocent characters for the sake of their own amusement. I'd consider charging for sexual harassment.)
In the dark uneasiness of serenity's keep (I; Overlord Mikey, appear and cleanse this evil... as soon as I'm done throwing up from the last chapter)
~By Dana~
Mikey: Not sure what the point of this was. Perhaps the story wasn't emoish enough?
Smash. I heard my shoulder hit the small table as a lamp clattered to the floor
Mikey: You heard it? Well thank goodness, we may have never known it happened otherwise!
and my head hit the wall with a sickening crack.
Mikey: Did you hear that as well? If you didn't we have no proof it happened!
I felt blood drip down my head and saw double,
Mikey: You can feel blood, but not pain and you're seeing double... Your senses are really screwy, I suggest seeing a doctor.
toppling to the floor in a mess of limbs.
Mikey: Ewwwww, whose?
I clutched my head as it felt like someone took a jackhammer to it.
Mikey: Because everyone in colonial America knew what a jackhammer was, they we're quite common- if you owned a time machine.
He stared down at me as I looked back in fear.
Mikey: Once again we are reminded how horrible England is. Okay Mr. Gibson we get it...
"Boy, don't you EVER speak to me that way again."
Mikey/England: Wanker is a naughty word! - And stop throwing yourself around the room, your acting like a wanker!
I nodded once, unable to move much more. He came over to me, kneeling by my body. He brushed some hair out of my face and picked me up, placing me in a chair.
Mikey: I'm not sure if England is supposed to be an abusive bastard or tragically bipolar. I guess in a sense all Tsundere's are bipolar.
I felt a needle in my arm and a damp towel against my head.
Mikey: What happened to I can't feel? What happened to "he never properly treats my wounds and pain [single tear drop]"? Why is it you seem to be making this up as you go along?
I'm not sure when he got it, but then again, I was only half conscious.
Mikey: Much like everyone else reading this then? [smashes head into desk]
My body went numb in what I assumed was a result of the blood loss,
Mikey: Gee~ I'm sure it wasn't the odd needle. England not only carries around handy-dandy syringes, but he also carries around magic pain relief needles. Once again this is like the 16th century when leeches still seemed kinda practical in some places...
but my mind went back to that needle.
Mikey: and how pointy it was. Most certainly it was the pointiest needle ever!
Pointy pointy against the dullest blue~, I'm half crazy over the need to spew~
He had given me something to dull the pain and I was silently thankful, unable to speak.
Mikey: Sadly; much like Twilight, we are still subjected to you're boring thoughts. Also where can we get this miracle medicine?
I felt a sewing needle and if I had been able to, I would have screamed.
Mikey: I’m still in more pain. Give me a shot of the magic substance he's been using to instantly remove pain that has apparently existed since colonial America!
The pain slowly dulled away and I simply let him work, barely even noticing it was there.
Mikey: However our pain tragically continues as we travel through these dull events that do nothing for us- over and over and over and over and over and over and over~
Yeah...
I woke up the next morning with a dull pain in my head and I jumped out of my bed in glee.
Mikey: Well that's just awkward, but more like the real America as opposed to the f'd up woobie we've been seeing since we got here. Still how many people wake up in pain and just say “hey let me jump out of bed and run around!”
I scampered out of my room, my small, bare feet shuffling rather loudly against the hard floor.
Mikey: Awwww if it wasn't for last chapter and the fact that he'll be brutally raped in like two chapters I'd think this was cute-
I ran to where I knew Arthur would be,
Mikey: Don't you mean "Iggy"; yeah that's right I knew who you’d been talking about last chapter, I'm just an ass. Anyway he's at a pub getting drunk, hell even I'd drink if I was subjected to this shit.
drinking tea, like he did every morning he was here. He smiled down at me, putting down his cup of tea and lifting me into his lap.
Mikey/England: I'm sorry America; as soon as we get out of here I'll make it up to. Sex seems to work wonders in most fanfics so we can have that - as consenting adults of course.
"Arfur!" I squeaked,
Mikey: Then I strangled the little brat! He doesn't talk like that and he's not a fucking chipmunk! I refuse to believe England is raping a toddler so he doesn't talk like one; you hear me bitch! Also America; in canon, calls him England, Britain, ect.
hugging him in pure love and excitement, the events from the day before forgotten.
Mikey: You are aware that this is not Stockholm Syndrome right? This would be child abuse and manipulation which are not the same thing. Stockholm Syndrome relies on the idea that you sympathies with you captor with no real effort by your captor which America often does not appear to; also America is not England’s prisoner, but his ward; thus abuse, not Stockholm.
He patted my back as I nuzzled his chest gently, ignoring the pain in my head.
Mikey: While causing mine.
"Good morning Alfred, did you sleep well?"
Mikey/America: Well yeah, except a completely OOC you raped me awhile back.
His voice was pleasant and his demeanor gentle.
Mikey: Fuck- FUCK- FUCK! ENGLAND; IN THIS, IS BIPOLAR! HE IS EITHER A CRAZY ABUSIVE BASTARD OR THE SWEETEST MAN EVER!
HE'S TEH X-TREAM TZUNDERE!
I nodded, cuddling closer to him, not even remembering what I had said to anger him a mere hours before.
Mikey: You reminded him that he's in the crap hole of a fanfic.
He smiled at me and put me down. I looked outside wistfully.
Mikey/America: Maybe we should make a run for it.
/England: It’s hopeless, let‘s just get it over with.
It was autumn now, the air chilled. Excited, I ran outside in my nightshirt, Arthur following close behind. I jumped into a pile of leaves, playing in the colorful array.
Mikey: This is pointless. I'd say "oh look she's exploring the concept that England is nice to America sometimes like real abusive boyfriends/girlfriends" but we all know this fanfic has no interest in that. For one England isn't America's boyfriend; he's his guardian, for another you could do that without rape, and lastly the author pretty much admits it herself later.
The hours went by and it seemed as if I had avoided a beating for the day.
Mikey: If I here about how he beats you everyday one more time I’ll beat you! Where the hell is the real America? There is no way in hell this kid could grow up to be in the American Revolution, be a jerk with a gold heart love freak, and declare himself the hero all the freakin' time! Hell this kid would be lucky if he was ever able to leave the house as an adult!
In essence, it was a perfect day. Soon, day turned to night, and I snuggled under the blankets.
Mikey: Ready for another night of rape and beatings [sheds a single tear] oh the DRAMA~!
Arthur tucked me in, of course without a loving word, the English weren't the type,
Mikey: They are the type you limey fruit cake. Not all Englishmen and women are incapable of tell their loved ones they care, that is called a stereotype. ENGLAND isn't the type for the; most part, because he is a Tsundere, not because he's English; although you‘ve forgotten the point of the dere part all together!
Also he's show concern for America many times- have you seen this show, read the manga, how about the freakin' webcomic? This man you're calling England is nothing like him! He broke the down in the American Revolution strip when he confronted America. HE BROKE DOWN SOBBING! HE HAD AMERICA IN A POSTION IN WHICH HE COULD HAVE BLOWN HIS HEAD OFF OR GUTTED HIM AND COULDN'T DO IT! HE COULDN'T HURT HIM! AT ALL! DON'T BELIEVE ME!
I would also like to point out that you just made a pretty big error in the continuity of your own fanfic. According to your first chapter England is always saying how much he wuvs your version of America and now suddenly he is the stuffy British man? You can even keep continuality in your own fanfic - you do suck.
but that was ok, because I knew he loved me.
Mikey: The Bible told me so!
I ignored that he was only this kind after a bad beating,
Mikey: Despite that being completely against canon- then again in canon he never beat him at all so...
and I ignored the dull ache in the back of my head.
Mikey: He was hoping it was just a brain tumor.
It was because I had been bad, had deserved to be hit.
Mikey: Shall we shed a single tear? You know- if this where an original story and you an original character I might feel kinda bad even though it would still suck...
Arthur dulled the pain for me, made me feel better, saved me...didn't let me bleed to death... So, I ignored the obvious, because, Arthur loves me.
Mikey: Actually he made you hurt, made you bleed, and ensured you didn't leave this horrible fanfic, Yoyo Yuki is quite the bitch isn’t she.
But most of all, as I drifted off to sleep, I ignored that all day I was having trouble seeing, likely the result of the hit to my head and poor medical treatment, because Arthur didn't mean it, and I was his tough colony.
Mikey: So does that make Canada his weak colony? Poor Canada…
Sorry it's so short,/but only my smut is long and drawn out;/ the next one will be longer /because there will be smut/.^^
Mikey: I see Tom Lehrer in my head- playing the piano. Smut and nothing but~ [grin]
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Mikey: Well that was pointless, it's like the author is just wasting time until her next sex dream.
Hmmmm~
Meyer? Naaaaah~
Anyway I'm not in the mood for random craziness, I'll see ya all next time!
TO BE CONTINUED
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